Page 34 of Blood Money

“I am working. I’m attending to the owner who doesn’t have a drink yet. Could I get you something?”

“Yes. And stop listening to us.”

Tyler grinned. “I’ll try.”

Once Val had his usual whiskey and soda, he took my hand and led me to a table at the side of the dance floor. We were in the shadows and could only be seen by a handful of the audience.

I started to pull out a chair, but Val grabbed my waist. “Sit on my lap.”

“I….”

“Are you arguing with me?”

“No, sir.”

“Good.”

He pulled me onto his lap so we were both facing the stage, then encouraged me to open my legs so they were on the outside of his.

Heat filled my cheeks at the thought of anyone seeing us like this. Somehow, I felt far more exposed than when I was dancing on stage in only a jockstrap.

Val leaned his head against mine, and I felt his warm breath against my ear. When I shivered, he laughed. “It’s so easy to affect you.” I bit my lip, not wanting to say anything that would only embarrass me more. “Watch the show.”

Filippo and Eddie were both on stage, grinding together so hard they were practically fucking in front of us.

“Are you ever going to let me dance with anyone else?”

His grip on me tightened, and his voice went gravelly. “Don’t even think about it.”

“It’s just for show.” And I’d noticed how many tips they got when they performed together. I’d heard they fucked each other in the private rooms while men watched, too.

“No one touches you. Don’t make me say that again.”

“Yes, sir.” My breath caught on the words. Why was my dick starting to plump up from him threatening me? Something was definitely wrong with me. I tried to look back at him, but he took hold of my chin and turned my head toward the stage.

“Watch. Think about me behind you like that. Bending you over. Making you put your hands on the floor, then driving into your ass, fucking you while you hang there, lifting your legs and holding you by the thighs while I split your ass open.”

He teased my inner thighs, touching them lightly, moving closer and closer to my cock. When he pressed against the hard ridge of my shaft, I sucked in a breath and tried to slide off his lap. I was going to lose my mind if he kept touching me like that when I knew he wouldn’t take it further.

He tightened his arm around my waist, easily holding me in place. “Don’t you dare try to escape. You’re mine.”

What the hell had I agreed to?

“You’re going to sit right here, and I’m going to play with you for as long as I want.”

“Yes, sir.”

He shifted his grip to the insides of my thighs and pulled them even further apart, making me feel like my cock was on display.

“Please, I….”

“Do I need to gag you?”

I imagined how that would feel, to have my voice taken away. To be even more thoroughly at his mercy. “H-here?”

“I’ll do it anywhere I want.”

Would he really? I didn’t think he’d want the whole audience watching, but I wasn’t going to test him. “No, sir. I can be quiet.”

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